The dark fellow sings the clown a piercing farewell song this early morning. He screams to heaven, grabs the servant by his hair and bends him - already joyfully waving to death - sitting in his grave. Blood flows lazily from his mouth, paving the way for his last hourâ€. With the cross firmly fixed in front of his head, the journeyman smeared the clown's red mouth. With dark red lipstick he pulls the corners of this grimace far down and is once again the conductor. A Schubert song sounds and the companion quietly disappears into the fir forest. The servant, he was now sitting there in his open grave and, strictly according to the devil's plan, would soon go to hell, frozen dead. The little hands, firmly in chains, stretched high above the head. He opens it one last time to catch a few flakes in the din. He looks sadly into this golden funnel for a long time. Then he closes his eyes and doesn't want to see winter anymore.
A record scratches on the gramophone.
A Schubert song.
[THE DARK COMPANY (FOREST WOMAN):]
I moved in as a stranger, I'm moving out again as a stranger.
The forest was kind to me, with its bitter horror.
You never thought of love, but I'm looking for woe here.
Now the world is so cloudy, the path is covered in snow.
Now the world is so cloudy, the path is covered in snow.
Now the world is so cloudy, the path is covered in snow.
/>I cannot choose my journey with time,
I have to show myself the way in this darkness.
A moon shadow moves along as your companion.
It moves a moon shadow as your companion.
And on the white mats I seek the foot of the wild.
and on the white mats I seek the foot of the wild.
Why should I stay longer that I'm being driven out?
Let mad dogs howl in front of their dead masters' house;
Love loves to wander, God made it that way!
Love loves to wander, God made it that way!
From one to the other. From one to the other.
Fine, darling, goodnight. From one to the other.
Fine, darling, goodnight.
Goodnight, my clown!
Goodnight!
Don't want to disturb you in your dream, that would be a shame “For your peace”
So that you may see, I have thought of you.
The end of my path holds your last hour,
Death is sometimes slow...
>Oh, how I love your red painted mouth?
(kisses the dead man)

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